Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 36: Guo Wen Division: Zhao Mushen

Wuo Changyuan stared at Xu Yang in shock, never expecting that Xu Yang—an Alchemist—would want to get mixed up in such trouble.

But then he recalled Xu Yang’s terrifying martial prowess from earlier, and couldn’t help but feel relieved!

Not only is he an Alchemy freak, he’s a beast in martial arts too!

"The Boss said we should... this doesn’t seem right."

Truth be told, Wuo Changyuan really wanted to go.

The two divisions were side by side, and conflict and friction were rampant.

Getting a shot at killing people from the Guo Wen Division was a dream come true—craved but hard to find!

Xu Yang saw through Wuo Changyuan’s thoughts, smiled faintly, and said, "What’s the big deal? With your strength, you really think you’ll run into any danger? Worst case, if things look bad, just withdraw immediately."

"As for me, with the position and benefits I enjoy in the Kunwu Division, why would I go risk it in the completely unfamiliar Guo Wen Division? What if they don’t trust me and kill me on the spot?"

Wuo Changyuan heard this and realized it made perfect sense!

His eyes lit up with excitement.

"Let’s go!"

Xu Yang smiled.

He’d just broken through the True Void, but hadn’t finished a fight—his body itched for action.

Starting trouble with the Guo Wen Division was just the right opportunity!

Came here to recover, with plenty of resources, but grinding away endlessly is just working behind closed doors—not the best way to improve in the martial path.

The two moved quickly, following the Wudao Army’s team out of their base.

The crowd was chaotic; everyone’s eyes were blood-red, clearly harboring deep grudge and hatred!

Xu Yang gradually understood the deep-seated animosity between the two tribes built up over years of pressure.

On peaceful days it was okay, but whenever they ran into each other, fierce clashes were inevitable.

The Barbarian Race valued force—the fist above all. Even deaths and injuries during clashes meant nothing to them!

Suddenly.

Xu Yang’s eyes narrowed. He snapped his hand out like lightning.

A sneaky hand froze in mid-motion.

Hiss!

The sneaky Barbarian at Xu Yang’s side sucked in a sharp breath.

"Let—let go!"

"I’m here to deliver something to you."

"Ahh!"

With a pained cry, a paper scroll fell from the stranger’s hand!

Xu Yang frowned slightly, then released his grip: "Who are you?"

The Barbarian shot Xu Yang a wary look, then turned and walked off without another word.

Xu Yang picked up the scroll, unrolled it, and his eyes contracted sharply.

On the strip, only one sentence was written: "Cyan Gang Sect’s remnant: Zhao Mushen of Guo Wen Division!"

Just before the Barbarians, Su Yun’s words flashed across his mind.

There’s a secret behind his mother’s death!

"Even if I don’t know all about the Cyan Gang Sect’s remnants, they surely know far more than I do!"

"This paper slip..."

Xu Yang glanced at the departing Barbarian’s direction, but the guy had vanished—he was only an Innate Realm Barbarian Martial Artist.

The Celestial Travelers’ Commerce Association actually has influence this deep?

Other than them, he couldn’t imagine anyone else capable of pulling this off.

"Mr. Xu."

Wuo Changyuan, who’d run ahead to inquire, called out.

Xu Yang responded, clenched his palm, and reduced the scroll to ashes before hurrying after him.

"Zhao Mushen of Guo Wen Division!"

"What a coincidence!"

Xu Yang caught up, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Cyan Gang Sect was destroyed about twenty years ago.

I’m sixteen now—sixteen years ago, so less than twenty years!

If Zhao Mushen is truly a remnant, then he must have escaped to the Barbarian tribes at least sixteen years ago?

Almost twenty years—if he was ruthless and his strength good enough, establishing himself among the Barbarians isn’t impossible.

Xu Yang suddenly turned to Wuo Changyuan: "Mr. Wuo, does Guo Wen Division have any people from Daqian?"

"Of course!"

Wuo Changyuan didn’t suspect a thing and casually replied, "Every major Barbarian tribe has some Daqian people. Even more come from the fortress. Some couldn’t survive in Daqian so fled here."

"Most Daqian people have no backbone!"

Xu Yang’s face was expressionless as he ignored the sneer in Wuo Changyuan’s words.

"Speaking of Guo Wen Division, there’s a formidable Daqian man there—also escaped here nearly twenty years ago."

Hearing this, Xu Yang’s heart was shaken!

Zhao Mushen!

That matches!

Xu Yang pretended to be surprised and asked, "Almost twenty years? How strong?"

Wuo Changyuan replied, "I’m not too sure myself, just heard stories. Supposedly his name’s Zhao something. He once fought alongside Guo Wen Division Martial Artists against Daqian in wars. His record is impressive."

"Now he’s the top commander of the Guo Wen Division’s Demon Ape Army!"

"By the way, Demon Ape Army is just like our Kunwu Division’s Wudao Army!"

Xu Yang’s eyes flashed in shock!

It really is Zhao Mushen!

What stunned him is—a Daqian native like Zhao Mushen is a top army commander among the Barbarians!

Comparing to the Wudao Army—that’s Kunwu Division’s core elite!

"This guy must be absurdly powerful, at least in Yang Realm, maybe higher!"

"What’s his strength?" Xu Yang asked offhandedly.

"Myriad Phenomena Realm!"

Hiss!

Xu Yang sucked in a sharp breath.

Myriad Phenomena Realm, beyond Yang Realm!

In King Beixuan’s domain, he’d be among the absolute peak powerhouses.

Even King Beixuan himself is just at that level!

"Damn, with strength like that, he’ll be tough to deal with!"

"Mother came from Cyan Gang Sect. Who knows what happened back then, but Mother and Zheng Xuan gave birth to me... What secret lies here..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Xu Yang felt that if he rushed to find Zhao Mushen, he might be in grave danger!

But he had to find Zhao Mushen!

It concerned the secrets of that year—he must learn what happened.

How exactly did his mother die?

All the way, Xu Yang was so distracted he barely knew himself!

Until a commotion came from up ahead.

Looking up, he saw they’d arrived deep within the ancient forests of the Wuze Major Vein—majestic, towering trees everywhere, a scene of wild nature.

Up ahead, past a slope, flickering spiritual light and shadowy figures could already be seen in the turmoil.

"Move up."

"Kill all those Guo Wen Division bastards!"

"One team, follow me and flank from here!"

"Go, go, go!!"

The Wudao Army Martial Artists’ eyes glowed as they charged forward, roaring.

Wuo Changyuan nearly bolted, then remembered Xu Yang and stopped abruptly, his voice grave: "Mr. Xu, stay close, don’t wander off!"

Xu Yang nodded lightly, hurried up to the summit, and saw dozens of people locked in battle.

Most Kunwu Division Martial Artists were bruised and battered, bloodied and miserable.

Now that reinforcements arrived, they surged onto the scene.

"Damn it, Kunwu Division, you dogs—try fighting one-on-one if you dare!"

"Screw you and your mother!"

"Beat them to death!"

...

"Wuo Changyuan, beaten dog—you dare fight me?" A Guo Wen Division Martial Artist spotted Wuo Changyuan, eyes cold, voice sharp, provoking him.

"Guo Da, you’re doomed to lose this time!"

Seeing his enemy, Wuo Changyuan erupted with rage and dashed forward.

Xu Yang shook his head slightly—he’d just told him to protect me, and now he’s charging in headfirst.

Clearly not worried about me running off.

Although I never planned to run anyway!

Sweeping his eyes over the fight, Xu Yang plunged in as well.

Finding Zhao Mushen could wait—focus on the battle for now!

Boom!

With a punch, Xu Yang killed a Guo Wen Division Martial Artist and heard a familiar cry of pain nearby.

Turning his head, he saw it was Wuo Ling—the woman.

She’d just been driven back by one of the Guo Wen Division Martial Artists.

Wuo Ling’s lips bled as she staggered back, finally bumping into Xu Yang behind her.

"Need help?"

Xu Yang braced Wuo Ling and stepped to the side, eyes showing amusement.

This woman had threatened him fiercely at the Wudao Army’s base!

"You!"

Wuo Ling clenched her teeth. "I don’t need help from a Daqian guy!"

As soon as she spoke, she roared in defiance, brandishing her blade at her enemy.

Bam!

Wuo Ling was knocked flying, spewing blood.

A Guo Wen Division Martial Artist grinned wickedly as he pounced, "Little bitch looks pretty good—let me have some fun first!"

Wuo Ling’s face went deathly pale, and she instinctively glanced at Xu Yang.

Xu Yang said coolly, "Nobody else is going to make it in time. Beg me, and I’ll step in."